Even Then, the Melting Reveals a Sun Warmed Rock, and Tells Another Story
As Drifts Curve ‘Round Like Ripples From a Pebble Dropped In a Summer Pond
Another Winter’s Dawn Drawn in Symphonies of Gray And Played in Silence
Cloudy and Colder The Day Settles in Like a Bad Weather Forecast
No Fog to Soften Tattered Winter Edges or Curbside Frozen Trash
But Night Falls, Clouds Clear, Full Moon Lights the Lake. A Passing Fox Pauses to Watch
From Every Street Lamp A Drifting Winter Fog Pulls A Pale Cone of Light
The Sharp Edges Carved By a Sub-Zero Sunrise Could Draw Blood if Touched
A Frozen Sunrise Whispers Springtime in Pastel Light on Roofs and Sky
In Deepest Winter Even the Night Sky Freezes Turning Slightly Blue
Touch a Match to Wood, Light the Fire and Warm the House Sparks Fly up the Flue
Cold White Vapor Paints That Black Night Sky Like the Memory of Sunlight
Snow Filled Furrows and Bare Tree Limbs Debating Spring With the Singing Birds
Bright White, Late Winter Drifts Rise on the Fog to Frost All the Trees’ Branches
Snow Drifts Breaking Blue Over the Cliff’s Edge As If Distilled From Pure Sky
Winter Winds Painted In the Drifts Trailing Fence Posts Along the Covered Fields
Winter Sun Seen Through An Eagle’s Spread Tail Feathers Snow Carried Aloft
Sanded Country Roads, Like Lost Paths in Leafless Woods, Revealed by the Snow
Winter’s the Season When Sky Holds All the Colors Above White and Brown
January Thaw Fog Mutes Calling Birds, Pale Sun I’m Left Wanting More
Bare Tree Limbs, Fresh Snow And Apricot Sunrise Paint Old Lace on Blue Skies
Just Before Sunrise The Season’s First Real Snow Sounds Like Nature’s Heartbeat
Wind and Sunshine Scours Trailing Clouds from Blue Sky and Winter from our Hearts
A Warming Winter Day Hints at Spring as Crow Rises To Hawk Crying War
Winter Sunrise Tops Frosted Rooftops, Wraps Bare Tree Limbs in Warmth and Light
Frozen Lake Echoes Winter Sunrise and Calling Crows On the Wing
Winter’s First Sunrise Across the Frosted Rooftops Brushed with Apricot
Just Harvested Fields Look Brushed, Curried and Ready For Winter Stable
Winter Remembered White Crab Apple Blossoms Drift Across the Sidewalk
I Heard Winter’s End In the Night’s Passing Sigh of Tires on Rain Slicked Roads
Even in Latest Winter, Weary is Hard to Hold In Black and White.
Long Curve, Snowy Road Motorcycle Daydreaming Leaning in My Car
Blue Night Laid Across The Frozen Fields Like a Shroud In Rising Silence
The Snowpack Warming Primordial Mist Rising Crocuses? Robins?
Frozen to the Bone Sunrise Still Paints House Fronts in Warmest Apricot
Yesterday stones poked Through the ice. Today duck butts pointing at the sky
Snow covered meadows Just South of the Grand Canyon Fringed with white birch trees
Born in mid-winter, a hearty lily, savvy beauty warms my world.
A winter sunrise Paints the western horizon In shades of plum
In February It’s hard to appreciate The beauty of snow.
Winter’s first snow fall The first motorcycle ride, Delight, every year
A dream of springtime. Scent of flowers lingers like Incense. Winter ends.
Cat hesitates at An open winter door, snow Melts on whipping tail
Ancient ivory moon Like a dream of love or loss Frozen in the sky
Winter blue skies so Cold ice shivers. Coffee house Hum and scent. Perfect.
Temps rise and then fall Snow floats in mist that freezes Frosting all the trees
Temperatures warm And a winter mist rises Blushing in the dawn
It’s not a glacier But the backyard snow pack glints Blue at the drifts’ edge.
Just before sunrise Landscape, all in shades of white, Evergreen highlights.
Three cats on one bed, A warm patch of pale sunshine Dreams of winter naps
White birch standing stark Against the gemstone blue skies Winter’s flag flown bright.
Wind swept field of snow Light and shadow like the dream That time heals all wounds
Cats don’t quite believe In Winter, always hoping Some door leads to Spring.